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A PrayerI am falling faster than I can pray.
Have I fallen into a snare, and become prey?
My predator has a face familiar, a touch soothing.
My God has gotten so distant so distant from me,
His voice my longing.
O You cannot be replaced by hugs and kisses,
The pleasure is my pain, my soul yells and my heart burns.
Darkness manifest itself, with a sting and burn on my flesh.
My eyes shine black, showcasing a heart of broken glass.
When will I stand, when will I stand
Tired of myself, tired of my deception?
When will I stand, when will I turn
When will I return to my Father's house?
When will I let Him wash the pig shit away,
Clean my filth, and clothe me afresh?
Will I just abide in this filth, in this dark town?
O how aware I have been made, of this shitty place,
What can I do?
No matter how tired I am of it, I cannot walk away from it.
No matter what I say, its grip never seems to be loosed.
O God, who can be saved, but those who wait?
Who can be saved, but those who cry for You?
The broken h
To Have, but Not PossessThough God may have promised
though I may have seen visions
until I release
I will never have.
Until my definition of have
is void of possess
I will never reach.
And even if I came to have
and had yet to release
I would not be able to enjoy
as I would, if I loss
the thought of possession.
Remembering DawnThe Darkness surrounds me
It beckons me
Trying to get me to surrender
To open my gates
For defeat me
But besiege me
It cannot take
But I can give
The Darkness surrounds me
With a mighty shout
A wave of terror
Came across the void
The King reassures
Take this city"
He sends His message
"I will come
To your rescue
The void beckons again
The war cry comes forth
Across the abyss
Comes fear again
The Darkness surrounds me
I hear Its shout
Such darkness before me
Where is the light
Another message comes
From the King
"I see your fear
I see your doubt
I am not far
Stay strong child
Remember the darkness
From which I saved you
The Darkness cannot
Unless you surrender
I am not far off
I will save you"
The Darkness surrounds me
But I will remember
The life of surrender
To the Darkness
From which the King
I will remember
Check Your HeadEmotional me? Emotional you!
Until I talk To you
We argue, we Fight
They were right
After all, I am no good
You cant make up
Say this, say that
Nothing gets done
You cry, you smile, you argue
What is wrong
With me? With you!
Why did we do this?
I am no good
That's what they Say
The need to ExpressFail fail fail
Fail fail fail
fail fail fail
fail fail fail
fail fail fail
fail fail fail
burn me down
rip me up
Cure My ProblemsBring me up. from the floor.
I lay there, stuck in bore
Join me, on this door.
Swing back and fore
The floor a door now world
We hug we curl we adore
In secret we hide the more
Lust for love, metamorph
Change into flirts and dwarfs
Take no action but wait for
The world, a floor a door.
Bodies pressed together
close as i can get to her
A simple hug, a Cure
A simple drug, from her.
Prank war (Martin.F/Reader vs Benedict.C/Andrew.S)You sat beside Martin reading over the script for the last episode of Sherlock season 2.
“Hey Martin” You said looking over at him.
“Yes?” Martin replied putting down his script.
“How pissed would Andrew be if I slap-cam’d him?” You asked smirking slightly.
“I have no idea” Martin shrugged.
“I need your assistance!” You grinned standing up. Martin rolled his eyes but stood up anyway. The two of you planned where and when to slap cam Andrew and went out to buy some whipped cream and a pie.
“You sure you wanna do this?” You looked at Martin who nodded.
“Definitely” Martin replied holding the cream pie in his hand.
“Ok then is Mark in position?” You asked. Martin looked over at Mark Gatiss and saw him standing there holding up your phone.
“He’s either waiting for us or playing Angry Birds” Martin nodded.
“Ok then…..There they are!” You smirked pointing
BBW Rainbow DashSighing in boredom and flicking another strand of her rainbow colored hair from her eyes, Rainbow Dash droned on punching in numbers on her computer; taking another quaff of her cup of coffee. Working a desk job was the last thing she ever expected to do with her life, especially with all the sports scholarships she received during high school. The highlight of her life was when she signed on to her favorite women's football (soccer) team and put on her jersey. The following month proceeded to fill her with elation as she got to know her team and shined among them during practice. Things unfortunately went south come game time however, as the true face of the whole organization revealed itself. She could handle the trash talking from other teams, as she allowed her skills to speak for themselves; making her opponents eat their own words as she dealt with them on the field. But it was the sheer amount of underhandedness that went on with other teams and her own, that truly began
Marco X Reader: Flames of A PhoenixCelebratory cheers were heard, ringing out across the deck of the Moby Dick as every ship division and its commanders gathered on the main ship, downing barrels of sake in thick wooden mugs with their great father, Whitebeard.
You were among everyone of course, celebrating the great win against some random, but formidable pirate gang that dared oppose you. Happening a mere ten minutes ago, doing your usual work on one of the ships, it was suddenly attacked by some outrageous outlaws. Sadly for them, it was the ship managed by the first division commander, Marco. The man you were proud to be working closely with, powers matching equally when fighting by each other’s side. Not counting his devil fruit ability of course. That put him on a whole new level. The random battle taking place, a few injuries happened here and there, but overall, you caused a serious amount of deaths, as well as Marco, wiping out every sly shit that thought they could take down the first division alongside
F.A.C.ExReader Randy Jackson!
You were bored so bored and didn't know what to do
You can't watch T.V. There was nothing interesting showing so you couldn't watch anything
You couldn't play any games because you felt like playing horror games but you knew you were gonna have nightmares and stuff
So since you couldn't do anything you were just walking around while wearing a long brown coat
"What am I gonna do? It's 5:00pm and I already ate dinner early...hmm maybe I should buy some Manga?" You suggested to yourself then you remembered , "I don't have enough money..." You then grumbled ,"Wait, Maybe I can call Eliza and maybe hang out with her!" Then you pulled out your phone and called her , "Hey El--" You were cut off by hearing the message thingy , "Tsk She's not available "
"Hmm " You said and remembered you actually had a boyfriend , And it was Alfred . F Jones!~ , "I should call him and play horror games with him!" Then you dialed his number on the phone you still had in your hand , "Hey
Taco Trama (TonyXreader oneshot)"What's the answer to number eight?" Your friend asked while handing you her homework.
Star Trek Prank Week II (Reader x Chekov X Sulu)
You hummed to yourself happily as you almost skipped onto the Bridge.
Jim turned when he heard humming then paled when he saw you. "Mr. Spock, take the conn."
"Um, Keptin...Mr. Spock just left ze Bridge." Chekov told him.
"Damn you, Spock." Jim seethed. "Then, Mr. Chekov. You have the conn." he told him before he ran to the turbo lift.
You smirked to yourself, proud that the Captain was afraid of you. But he wasn't the target for Prank Week. Oh, no the target was Chekov. "Hey, Pavel." you said sweetly as you slipped into the helm section. "Did you hear about Sulu?"
"No. Vhat is vrong vith him?" Chekov asked with a confused expression on his face.
"He's really sick. So, sick he can't get out of bed. I asked him what would make him feel better and he said that he wanted his fencing equipment brought to the Med Bay so Bones could give it to him once he's out of isolation." you lied smoothly.
"Sulu eez in isolation?!" Chekov asked, shocked.
You nodded. "I'd bring the equipment but Bones ba
The worst Fusion: 2P-1P x Reader - Pt. 1(?)This is it. This is the conference you normally go because you're one of them, but at the same time not one of them.
At some point, Arthur, also known as England, thought it would be a wonderful idea to mix this world and smash it together with the opposite universe, which everyone in the conference room would call the second player universe. To be honest, the next day he started yelling at everyone about why no one stopped him. Simple answer: he was completely hammered to the point where one touch will send him into a rampage. And the same day he was screaming about the mess the spell caused. The two worlds literally fused together and everyone's belongings fell ontop of each other. Surprisingly, the houses were not affected. And since then, every nation were busy cleaning up a rather very large mess that the magic left in their homes.
And then there's you. The only puny (as small as Liechtenstein's) country, who is also just an island, that doesn't have a
Bremon's Fruit Bowl BlunderOlivia is a medium for the gods in human form. She uses her powers to predict the future of mortals on earth by posing herself as a fortune teller. Being part of Olympus really has its advantages, especially when all of her predictions came true for every human she talked to.
Bremon is a Succubus, a female demon who seduces men. Not only does she have the right body for the job, she's also a trickster to boot as well. She plays tricks on humans and even the Gods themselves.
However, one day, one of her pranks gets the better of her.
Olivia was predicting her fortunes to humans, while Bremon was planning another prank in her realm.
Bremon: *walking back and forth* "What to do, what to do on this particular day?"
She noticed her sister, Demonia, who was listening to death metal.
Bremon gives her sister a wedgie to notice her and, hopefully, stop the music.
Demonia: *fixing her underwear* "What the hell, sis?! Why did you do that for?!"
Bremon: "Because I'm trying to think of a way t
A Rare Sense of Humor Ch.11Castiel brushed hismelf off as he stood.
"Gabriel's spell.. I must have-" he stopped short, stoic features looking between Dean and Sam with deep concern. He looked confused trying to surmise on his own what had happened.
"Sam... Your head-"
"Cas, turn around." Dean interjected. Castiel immediately looked over his shoulder. Like a dog chasing his tail, he spun around in an attempt to see the bright, plastic blue angel wings protruding from his back.
Even Sam couldnt help but snicker at the sight, despite his own misfortune. Cas gave up trying to chase the wings and groaned. This was ridiculous. He was an angel of the lord, not an object of ridicule.
"Well," said Sam, dipping his head side to side, testing the weight of the antlers, "I guess it could be worse..." Castiel shot him a glare. With mild hesitance, the trio pushed onwards down the candy laden path.
One thing Sam had been right about was how everything was amplified, magnified to extreme sights, s
The Epic Chronicles of....Setting:
Two guys are lost in the desert. With the blazing sun frying what sanity they have left. The two men trek over the dunes.
Thus beginning The Epic Chronicles of Phil and Carl...and the Talking Twig.
Phil: (exhausted) Carl!
Carl: (exhausted) Yes, Phil?
Phil: We have been lost in the desert for a week now.
Carl: Yeah, so?
Phil: (angry) It's All your fault!
Carl: (disgusted) Oh, really! I suppose you losing the map is my fault!
Phil: I think the sun has fried the last of your braincells! You lost the map!
Carl: Have you gone nuts! You had the map! You also had the water!
Phil: Oh! I apologized for that, i was thirsty!
Carl: And the food!
Phil: I told you, a bear stole the food!
Carl: Yeah! A bear stole our food, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DESERT!
Phil: NO! We were in a forest!
Carl: We were never in a forest!
Phil: Yes, we were!
Carl: When in the last week, no EVER, has there been a forest in the desert?
Phil: You calling me a liar!?
Carl: Yes! I am calling you a liar!
Twig: Guys! Guys!
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